<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090864816180155883</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 08 Nov 2024 15:38:08 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>movies</category><category>movie reviews</category><category>movie review</category><category>Marty</category><category>Academy Award for Best Picture</category><category>Alfred Hitchcock</category><category>Bing Crosby</category><category>Christmas</category><category>Eraserhead</category><category>Ernest Borgnine</category><category>Grace Kelly</category><category>Holidays</category><category>Paddy Chayefsky</category><category>Professor Harold Hill</category><category>Rear Window</category><category>Robert Preston</category><category>Rosemary Clooney</category><category>The Birds</category><category>The Blob</category><category>The Music Man</category><category>Tippi Hedren</category><category>ring of bright water</category><title>Gina Faust, Movie Maven</title><description>Movies from my memories</description><link>http://ginamoviemaven.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Gina Faust)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090864816180155883.post-1196756665731063510</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Jul 2008 21:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-07T19:41:34.091-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">movies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Professor Harold Hill</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Robert Preston</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Music Man</category><title>The Music Man as Muse</title><atom:summary type="text">Image via WikipediaWhen The Music Man hit the screen in the 1960s, I was still a teenager. Fancying myself too sophisticated for such corny fare, I was reticent to see it. But my girlfriends all wanted to go together and make an afternoon of it. So I put down one of the fantasy books I was so fond of reading at the time, I made like a sheep and followed.As I suspected, the movie was corny. I </atom:summary><link>http://ginamoviemaven.blogspot.com/2008/06/music-man-as-muse.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina Faust)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090864816180155883.post-8609402159467707021</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2008 14:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-15T11:27:46.694-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ernest Borgnine</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Marty</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">movie reviews</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">movies</category><title>Marty Redux</title><atom:summary type="text">Cover of Marty (1954)I started this blog with the combined goal of discussing movies and purging any hidden bits of my childhood dysfunction. Discussing movies and my memories of seeing them for the first time turned out to be the easy part. The purging is another story entirely. I&#39;m not under the illusion that people actually want to read about how my semi-twisted upbringing affected my life. </atom:summary><link>http://ginamoviemaven.blogspot.com/2008/06/marty-redux.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina Faust)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090864816180155883.post-6558894759376130608</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 May 2008 06:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-01T14:04:19.552-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Alfred Hitchcock</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Grace Kelly</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">movies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rear Window</category><title>Rear Window</title><atom:summary type="text">Image via WikipediaI was nine or 10 when my parents took my sister Ruth and me  to see Rear Window. We didn&#39;t usually get invitations to their movie dates, so we were thrilled.I remember it being easy to insert myself into Hitchcock&#39;s world, which looked a lot like my own. In retrospect, it was quite an accomplishment that it felt real, because that world actually existed on an indoor set. I&#39;m </atom:summary><link>http://ginamoviemaven.blogspot.com/2008/05/rear-window.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina Faust)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090864816180155883.post-2499526243238031841</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 May 2008 18:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-07T19:56:02.813-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Eraserhead</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">movie review</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">movie reviews</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">movies</category><title>Eraserhead</title><atom:summary type="text">Image via WikipediaLike Ring of Bright Water, I saw Eraserhead when I was already grown up. In fact, my son Alan was a teenager. If it weren&#39;t for him, I would have just paid heed to Eraserhead movie reviews and never would have seen such a strange and -- I guess the best word is icky -- movie.When Alan was in high school, we moved to a new neighborhood. 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Back in the days when the movie was making the rounds, I used to trade turns taking my son Alan and his friends to the </atom:summary><link>http://ginamoviemaven.blogspot.com/2008/05/ring-of-bright-water.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina Faust)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjowvFTH1D_K6fxxRgLGowbk-wSyf4c7Tg3bcKNL0zU9T31u8Woc-SBzkQQoHmJ02kji_mAakU5HsB6e4CIsez1tpSX-PKMLuWf0Qu1K509JaOIGihaGZImzhoxhytW1RFNpPSdvxxAAkk/s72-c/Ring+of+Bright+Water.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090864816180155883.post-7784488290225443496</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 May 2008 15:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-29T12:22:55.444-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">movie review</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">movies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Birds</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Tippi Hedren</category><title>The Birds</title><atom:summary type="text">Image via WikipediaWhat better title could they have come up with for this scary movie than the simple and elegant &quot;The Birds&quot;?The birds, indeed. They scared me half to death. I&#39;m sure that&#39;s why my date (my first ever!) took me to see it. He knew the fear factor would ensure that I would clutch his arm all night long. And I did.When I saw the movie years later on television, the passage of time,</atom:summary><link>http://ginamoviemaven.blogspot.com/2008/05/birds.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina Faust)</author><thr:total>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090864816180155883.post-9173284813638312674</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 May 2008 14:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-01T14:27:29.523-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">movie reviews</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">movies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Blob</category><title>The Blob</title><atom:summary type="text">Image via WikipediaI was a teenager when The Blob was released in theaters. My girlfriends acted like they weren&#39;t afraid when the movie started, but by the end one of them was crying and the other two were holding onto each other for dear life. As a sensible girl, I was terrified right from the start.This movie personified my fears at the time because teenagers tried to warn everyone that the </atom:summary><link>http://ginamoviemaven.blogspot.com/2008/05/blob.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina Faust)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090864816180155883.post-6836440866364732862</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 May 2008 17:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-06T23:59:27.006-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bing Crosby</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Christmas</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Holidays</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">movies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rosemary Clooney</category><title>White Christmas</title><atom:summary type="text">Image via WikipediaEvery time I asked my mother why we couldn&#39;t have a Christmas tree, all she said was, &quot;Because we&#39;re Jewish!&quot;I&#39;ll bet she&#39;s spinning in her crypt like a dreidel as I write this because there was something she never knew about me: I was obsessed with Christmas. 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Oy!There was a rumor going around years ago  that producers Harold Hecht and Burt Lancaster financed Marty as a tax-write off, because they believed the film would lose money. Why it didn&#39;t is beyond me.The idea was good enough: two lonely, somewhat unattractive people come together and find love. But in execution, not so much. 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So much so that I&#39;m willing to foist (or Faust, in this case) them on you.As a nice Jewish girl who grew up in Brooklyn, I watched many a movie on weekends. I wasn&#39;t allowed to date until I was 18, so movies were my best friends. I saw all kinds: good, bad and everything in between. And because I have a near photographic</atom:summary><link>http://ginamoviemaven.blogspot.com/2008/04/welcome-to-gina-faust-movie-maven.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina Faust)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>